Context: Flashing back to 2006, on Lester and Victor's third date, the redheaded woman accidentally tripped while walking with a drink in her hand and stained the shirt Lester was wearing.

Victor, knowing how wary his crush had become, suspected he had another spare shirt in his briefcase; but let's not get into details - this was a bit embarrassing and certainly one of fashion's greatest atrocities.

So, Victor told him to wait for him for a moment and making a mature decision, he left the bar.  He searched for the first clothing store he found open, facing the atomic gaze of several people who kept staring at him because of what he was wearing - tight black pants, a vest with nothing else covering his upper body, and a hat.

In his eagerness to buy something, he chose a shirt that he had seen at a good discount and thought it would be his size, but by mistake, he took another one that was slightly transparent.

“I'm not wearing that,” Lester said.

“You will! It cost me a lot of money, plus look how I'm dressed,” Victor said.

“Victor!”

After several awkward steps on Lester's part, it was apparent that this poor man hadn't danced in years. 

Victor whispered in his ear as he stroked his back.

“Just let yourself go.”

Context: Blah blah blah, the couple in love is looking for a way to kill their boredom.